Wolfe’s Woofer: Cursing

Sunday, November 9th, 2014

“Are you taking Davin out for ice cream this week?’ Melody asked. “I thought I would pick him up from school on Thursday,” I told her. “We’ll either go for ice cream or frozen yogurt, whichever he wants.” “Good. I want you to talk to him for me.” “Why? What’s up?” “His teacher tells me that he has started cursing.” “Hey! Don’t look at me,” I said. “I haven’t been teaching him. Boys pick that kind of thing up from their friends.” “I just want to stop it before it gets worse.” On Thursday Davin and I got frozen yogurt and went out on the deck at Fido’s to eat it. “How is school going?” I asked, casually. “It’s going great,” he said. “I got some new friends.” “Are they older boys?” I asked, suspiciously. “No. They’re mostly eight or nine like me.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, Grandpa,” he said. “Why are you asking?” “Well, I heard you’ve been cursing,” I said. “Is that true?” “No.” “That’s not what I heard.” “Who told you that?” he asked. “A little bird told me.” Davin said, “What the hell? I bet it was a damn seagull, wasn’t it?”